We gather
thirsty, weary
like a flock of birds after a long flight
ready to drink Holy Spirit revival.
The congregation
children of God
the bride of Christ, His beloved
sing praises to the risen King
voices lift like the rising sun.
Holy Word of God
burns like fire within the soul
convicts hearts to follow Him
sin’s deadly stains washed away
cleansed by the Redeemer’s blood.
Ocean
Indigo waves
Gather driftwood each spring
My weathered crown lies by my feet
At peace
Ocean
Indigo waves
Spring waters gather peace
Contentment crowns the quiet sea
Gold crown
Gather,
at the ocean.
Indigo buntings nest -
contently near a crown of springs,
seaside.
(PoetrySoup Weekly Challenge
Theme: Ocean
Emotion: Contentment
Color: Indigo
Season: Spring
Form: Cinquain
Object: Crown
Verb: Gather)
my body is a praised temple where thoughts come to gather
PROVEN TRUE by: Morrison Jr.
The days before night rolled in.
Villagers gather a lonely roam to rivers edge.
Screams from within.
Fame is just a flame that burns.
Lasting results seem uncertain.
Life has ruined the man in me.
Friends have become as fictional character.
Please let me in.
The Doors of perception have proven true.
I won’t die this way. (Jim Morrison Jr.)
You utter words of unity
You utter words of purity
You nearly killed me with kindness
Now, I want you free from your distress
Gather together your way with me
Gather together your day of liberty
Free me for an eternity and you’ll see
That we are compatible together maybe
Daggers of hatred, brewing in my eyes
You told me oh so many betrayed lies
Yet, the truth will set us all free
Gather together till an eternity
The fact that you still love me
Tells me that I hate rue honestly
You nearly killed me with kindness
Now, I want to free you to free me regardless
Gather together your way with me
Gather together your day of liberty
Free me for an eternity and you’ll see
That we are compatible together maybe
Daggers of hatred, brewing in my eyes
You told me oh so many betrayed lies
Yet, the truth will set us all free
Gather together till an eternity
I want to be happy with or without you…
I choose to be free whenever I need to
Gather together my thoughts of you
Out of the blue, I knew you’d be with someone new
If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn,
I would weave wings from the whispers of stars, to lift you among endless galaxies,
To float on the ocean of the sky, where desires take the shape of dreams,
For you are a hidden angel, sculpted from lines of poetry and eternal mystery.
The wings would be crafted from threads of gold and silver, woven by the night wind,
To reveal to the world the mystery I have always carried in my heart,
In my eyes, you have always been a star dancing on the edge of universes,
A dream born from the silent song of constellations of hope.
In every beat of your wings, you bring echoes of magic and eternities,
A spirit embracing infinity, leaving behind pure love,
When you fly, time stops, and the sky becomes an ocean of light,
And the whole world sees how your wings open doors to dreams.
You are a symbol of hope, a beacon in the night of the lost,
And in your flight, we all carry the desire to reach infinity,
Through you flows the magic that transforms shadows into golden rays,
A dream that will not end, a story written on the canvas of eternity.
leaf cutter cuts leaf
squirrels store nuts in tree huts
humankind does same
In my heart, a reliquary, gather teeth that do not belong to me,
but are those of voices I swallowed out of politeness, unwillingly,
they echo in silence like relics of a gentler, forgotten violence,
and I polish them with guilt until they shine like silent confessions.
I tell myself there is beauty in this digestion of thoughts and emotions,
that consuming means transforming, changing essence into silence,
but every night, I wake with a mouth full of unbelieved prayers,
as if my soul seeks to speak unshared truths.
And yet, within this dance of shadows and unlived memories,
I struggle with the ghosts of those words that never belonged to me,
I am an alchemist of my own conscience, seeking to find gold,
in the ashes of promises I never understood, only swallowed.
I place these relics under the pale light of introspection, seeking healing,
but each rattle is a reminder of transformation through forced silence,
and I wonder if I will ever be able to release these captive words,
or if my heart will remain a reliquary of eternal melancholy.
Gold per ounce the weight of
the trophy
Sake denounced the intent of
The Songbird
Might love pronounce me in
announcement
Closer than my goals
to achievement
Inspiration inspire
to such elevations
To make envy those
who opposed me
Inspiration quiet my foes
Into shame
Might they stand in such
Awe of me
Inspiration make my way
Clear, unopposed I might
Sooth my way clear
Might I stand to thank
thee
Inspiration make me
Worship thee
The story
He seemed to gain, that he would spend in such for quality
Paired, both with the same purpose. Such inclusion to create
the greatest entity. The sounds of harmonic voices. Soothing
Melonic tones. Orchestrated perfections. Lyrics of collaborated tones!
Temperer de Adagio
Sweet bassy Grooves.
Platinum Panties
On the right song
Like a good woman
Something Really Special!
Toasting perfection a smooth
Coupled togetherness
Horns and strings and all sorts
Of Polite and Courteous thangs!
When the wood wins!
My lot in eternity is to forever gather dust.
And I agree.
For the way I lived my life, that's probably just.
But I'd so hoped for a task
were at least part of the ask
was to do something fruitful with the excess of my lust.
I asked this whiz of divinity,
"What's heaven like for infinity?"
He said, "Each day, we adore the Lord,
as we partake of His smorgasbord,
then hang with the Holy Trinity.
It doesn’t matter where
It’s not about who
The spotlight
The stage
Theatrical
Words beyond what world sees and hears
Words uncertain
Tomorrow unseen
Words through suggestions
Cushion of no comfort
Amid the storms of doubt and circumstances
Words of wonder and delight
Precision in direct light
Words gather like no other
Statement and appeal
Words strike out for real
No longer concealed
Words surround
They found you
The gathering
Word out
Your faces i see when i close my eyes
Voices still heard in the summer breeze,
Gatherings curtailed by a floating disease,
Poisoned air that we all breathed.
All things stopped except time itself,
Onward it went causing dissent and strife,
Everything aged memories to fade away,
Will we have time to gather again some day.
Andrew Mcintyre 19/03/2024 .
The call of the wolf haunts the night
when the full moon rises
between the realms of nightmares and dreams
where souls are gathered
in dark fields of stone and fireflies
where fairies dart around
and shadowed goblins hide
this place of the dead
where ghosts abound
and whispers of the forgotten
are heard on the full moon
for they couldn't pay Charon
and now wander
on the banks of the river Styx
waiting in hell
until they pay the ferryman
with time or coin
only then may they take Charon's ferryboat
and cross the river
into the never realm of eternity
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